The Enchanting Dead

1. Controling your emotions, forget that for which you must kill. Keep from sight the midnight rages, its primal anger haunts you still. 2. Divide, again, divide. Ten thousand chanting clones, no love will purify their hearts. Such a common mistake, an easy thing to fake, such a common course to chart. 3. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. Knowledge hides in fear, dimissal of all that may leave the soul exposed. Your clionging to your faults, fashioning the flaws, pretending you’re the one who chose. 4. You know no open vistas, just noisy, black-walled rooms flashing sporadic light. 5. Why should I try to scream, what’s left to redeem? Who you are is what you buy. You try so hard to charm the Enchanting Dead. You’ll never know the price you’ve paid.